YoRHa No. 2 Type B , commonly known as , is the stoic protagonist of the 2017 action RPG NieR: Automata
. As an all-purpose battle android, she serves the military organization
in a proxy war against machine lifeforms that have occupied Earth. Design and Combat Profile
2B is distinguished by her elegant "Gothic Lolita" aesthetic, featuring a black dress with intricate embroidery, a standard-issue military visor (often mistaken for a blindfold), and high-heeled leather boots. Combat Specialization: B-Type (Battle) unit, she excels in close-quarters combat. Her signature weapons are the Virtuous Contract (short sword) and Virtuous Treaty (large sword). She is accompanied by
, a tactical support unit that provides long-range fire and utility programs. Personality and Role
Adhering to YoRHa protocols, 2B initially maintains a cold, professional exterior and famously asserts that "emotions are prohibited".
If you cannot buy the figure, why not become it? Here is a practical guide to crafting the “Sub” aesthetic.
Step 1: The Base Dress
Start with a standard 2B cosplay dress. Then, using EVA foam or Worbla, add hexagonal shoulder pauldrons (painted matte black with fluorescent red inner linings). Remove the lace; replace it with nylon web belts. -Gintsu- Nier Automata - YoRHa No.2 Type B Sub ...
Step 2: The Visor
Purchase a clear acrylic dome. Use a heat gun to mold it into a sharp, angular visor (not the round YoRHa standard). Spray the outside with a chrome finish, but leave a single strip of transparency over the right eye. Add an LED strip inside to glow red.
Step 3: Sub-Weapons
3D print a “Pod 042” substitute—but instead of a floating cube, make it a backpack rig that houses two fold-out arm cannons. Paint it in non-reflective gunmetal. Write “SUB-UNIT” in small stenciled text on the side.
Step 4: Photography Post-Processing
Shoot in low-light, industrial environments (parking garages, train tunnels, or underground bunkers). In Lightroom or Photoshop, crush the blacks and add a blue-orange split tone. Add HUD elements over the visor (temperature readings, targeting reticles).
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The rain in this version of Edo didn’t wash anything clean; it only served to rust the metal skeletons of the skyscrapers that had long since replaced the familiar shachihoko of the Kabuki district.
YoRHa No.2 Type B, designation "2B," stood atop the wreckage of what used to be the Snack Otose. Her black dress fluttered in the acidic wind, but her eyes were not scanning for machine lifeforms. She was scanning for a specific energy signature—a reading that the Bunker had dismissed as an anomaly, a ghost in the data. YoRHa No
She leaped down, her heels clicking against the wet concrete. She didn't use her flight unit. She wanted to feel the distance. She wanted the tedious march of time to pass, if only to simulate the feeling of a human lifespan.
"2B to Command," she said, her voice monotone. "Approaching the target sector. Life readings are... conflicting."
"Proceed with caution, 2B," the Commander’s voice echoed in her ear. "If it is an enemy, eliminate it. If it is a relic... bring it in."
2B drew her katana. It wasn't her usual heavy blade. This was a sleek, white katana designed for speed. She walked into the ruins of a pachinko parlor. The neon signs were dead, the glass shattered.
In the center of the room, sitting on a overturned stool that looked centuries old, was a man.
He had silver hair—wavy, unruly, and unmistakable. He wore a ragged kimono, the blue and white pattern faded to grey, and a wooden sword—a bokken—rested against his shoulder. He looked like a samurai who had wandered out of a history book, or perhaps a glitched texture in a broken world.
"Oi," the man said, not looking up. He was busy staring at a cracked pachinko machine. "Do you have a screwdriver? Or a coin? This thing ate my last silver ball." How to search effectively: The rain in this
2B froze. Her sensors screamed. Target identified. Unknown entity. Threat level: Unknown.
"Identify yourself," 2B commanded, raising her blade.
The man turned. His eyes were crimson, dead fish eyes that held a weariness deeper than the ocean. He looked at her white hair, her black dress, and yawned.
"Sakata Gintoki," he said lazily. "Just a freelancer looking for a way to turn the power back on. The JUMP magazines are getting boring in the dark." He squinted at her. "You look like one of those budget maids from the maid cafe down the street. Did Hijikata send you to collect his debt? I told him, I’m paid in smiles."
2B’s grip tightened. "You are not human. My sensors indicate you possess a core. You are... like me."
Gintoki blinked, scratching his perm. "Like you? A robot? Oi, oi, don't lump me in with you metal-heads. I’m a diabetic samurai with a gambling addiction. Very organic. Very high maintenance." He stood up, the wood of the bokken creaking. "But you... you've got that look."
"What look?"
"The look of someone who’s tired of being rebooted," Gintoki said, his voice dropping an octave, losing the playful cadence. "The look of someone carrying a coffin on their back."
2B felt a glitch in her logic processor. How does he know?
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